As I descended upon the Green Mountain State for a special pilgrimage, mannerisms and motion unexpectedly revealed themselves as unique meditative gestures. In my home state discourse is silly, unabashed and rhythmic like mantras for shaking off a staleness of heart. Here we aim to do it ourselves, in our own way, detached from the typical dialog and the unchallenged traditions. Here we aim to burn ourselves pure, pure like the way one might gather broken branches and fallen trees after a storm, ignite them as bonfires, and stand watching wild-eyed with a home-brew in hand. Come, sit more sacred.
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Not long after setting foot back in the Northeast, some compassionate beasts tracked me down on a dark street, an impromptu art session ensued.
A dip into the Huntington Gorge in late September 'aint a dip into bath water, so we built a modest fire to toast the tootsies.
Fruits of the Earth. Some evidence of summer still lingering if you take the time to look down and upturn some leaves.
Champlain was a bit more like bath water, so we bathed.
Shake out your demons.
Or rather, get 'em on your side.
It's nice to be able to get quality goods from friends down the road, instead of from the supermarket. Vermont seems to be making great progress on the sustainability front. It was rad to see restaurants in Vermont aiming to serve only locally grown, locally produced food and to see the growing amount of local renewable energy initiatives. It was inspiring to find much of my generation back home, working in agriculture and making a living of the land, whether it be selling their organic vegetables, milking their cows, making black market cheese, or building methane digesters. Power to the poo power. Maybe it's time to re-look at the
Vermont Secession Movement, or at least show this nation what is possible in terms of energy independence and counter economic strategies.
A Memorial. A few winters ago, I said goodbye to a friend in a pre-dawn snow storm. She was content, lying proud on the porch, her paws and nose accumulating snow, she watched me go. Pasa Bien.
